The dome of the church is towering, and it is decorated with various reliefs and paintings of the gods, and a large colorful floor-to-ceiling window arches the end of the church, and the sunlight shines through the wall-like window.

On the high platform, a statue of a faceless winged angel stands with its head bowed, its flat cheeks without facial features quietly "watching" below, and a ragged strange man is tied to an iron cross, constantly shaking, but unable to break free.

He is a strange man, because he has a faint black fluff all over his body, from his cheeks to his elbows and ankles, as if he is an atavist, but because of his tyrannical eyes, he looks like a monster.

His mouth roared with all sorts of jumbled syllables, unrecognizable, but rather irritating, but not as intimidating as the people around him.

A group of people in white robes around him looked at him coldly, like fish on a board, and full of disgust like maggots in a dung pit.

Auxiliary Bishop Stiller

Father LeBron

Friar Woodsie

Monk Shumon

Sister Lisa

White Deacon Ellioch

White Deacon Rishi

White Deacon......

With the exception of Bishop Charles, who is in charge of a diocese, it seems that all the clergy in Pita City have arrived.

They gathered around the high platform, quietly looking at the strange man who was tied up, and the young man who was also standing on the high platform, not far from the strange man.

The young man was dressed in normal gentleman's clothes, black clothes and black pants, black leather boots, black hair and black eyes, and his whole body was black, which was clearly distinguished from a large circle of white around him, but the expressions of the people around him were a little kind as if they were looking at half of his own.

"It's time to go."

A gentle voice came to the Monk of Woodsey in the crowd.

The young man nodded without looking back, his right hand grabbed the thorn cross pendant and stretched forward, his deep eyes looked closely at the struggling stranger, and after taking a deep breath, his mouth opened and closed with green fluff under the light.

A magnificent incantation then sounded in the depths of the church, and the halo of light shining from behind the angelic statue was like an ethereal divine sound in the sky.

The surrounding hall was empty, and the echo sounded as a result, reflecting the extraordinary solemnity of the incantation, and the people looked happy at the sound of this voice.

But the strange man tied to the cross was the opposite, yelling and screaming, and the garbled syllables in his mouth were rapidly spewed, as if he was cursing something.

But immediately afterward, he didn't have the strength to do such a thing anymore.

The incantation continued, and with a puff of scorched black smoke, a beam of light in the shape of a cross appeared from his forehead, and the thing seemed to have a high heat, and began to rotate as it appeared, twisting and twisting the skin around it, creases and reddening, and rapidly blistering.

The screams rang out, and the high-pitched, hoarse howls showed that the owner of the voice was in great pain.

But that's just the beginning.

Not long after the cross appeared, the spell tended to end, but the ending spell did not affect the rotation of the cross, but grew brighter and brighter as if it were constantly absorbing the surrounding light.

The strange man's forehead was burned with a large hole, the blood quickly rising and evaporating in the heat, and the ruddy, white, and increasingly dry skull was clearly visible, with a faint sound under the "baking".

At the same time, the milky white halo gradually spread from the forehead to the whole body, accompanied by a faint dry howl after the throat was broken, the high temperature flowed through the whole body, and the onlookers couldn't help but smile.

Clothes are torn, hair is scorched and curled, skin is red and blistered and deflated, and the temperature is getting hotter.

This process lasted about a quarter of an hour, and finally the strange man was completely shrouded in a white light, like a cocoon, making it difficult to see what was inside.

After the cocoon was formed, it exploded with a bang, revealing a fiery red thorn iron cross infected by the heat, and a puddle of black ash at the foot of "it"—no bones remained.

Charles was stunned by this, and there was immediately a round of applause around him

"Well done."

"Every time I join a new Catholic, I can't help but want to sing a song, Lord Cranston, welcome to you."

"May the Lord be with you."

"Thank you, thank you." Constantly dealing with this group of people he didn't know at all, Charles hid the throbbing in his heart, and his face finally stiffened a little.

Thankfully, it didn't take long for the crowd to disperse, and the Charles weren't too tired—they had their own things to do.

Elliot gave him a goodbye look as he left, and now only Brother Woody was in front of him. He patted Charles on the shoulder, a smile on his face that was genuinely sincere.

"The lad is very good."

"Half a month, not very fast." Charles said implicitly.

"But it's not slow." Brother Woody maintained a gentle smile: "Since you can practice purification, then you must be innocent, there is no doubt about that. ”

"So what's next?"

Charles asked tentatively, he didn't think that making such a big scene was just boring onlookers, but more like making himself appear here.

"I'm sure you've guessed what we're going to do." Brother Woody whispered, "What do you think?" ”

I seem to have a choice.

Charles muttered secretly, ostensibly, "I naturally want to join the church, but I can't let go of my family inheritance, and I have the task of inheriting the Cranston family, so I'm afraid I can't serve the Lord of Thorns wholeheartedly." ”

He was really a little scared now, although the spell just now was put by himself, but he had never used it on people in broad daylight, who would have thought that the power was so amazing?

If this is put on himself, then he will be miserable.

Although the spell is only so powerful against dark creatures, he has not forgotten what he has cultivated, and God knows if these two distinct spells will clash in the future, and then they will burn themselves?

However, Brother Woody had no idea of "letting him go".

"We've been thinking about that for a long time. In fact, there are many of us who are in a similar situation to you. He said mildly, "So you have two options." ”

"Which two?" Charles asked.

In his cognition, it seems that everyone in the church is the same, right? You can't marry a wife and have children, and you can't stick to the rules all day long.

"One is a semi-independent witcher who travels to various parts of Turin to carry out a fixed monthly mission, and the church will give them the necessary supplies and promotion opportunities, and the degree of freedom is very high."

"What about the other one?" Charles showed little interest. With the shuttle gate, he didn't want to run all over the country.

"The other is considered a supernumerary member of the church, who also has a fixed task, but will be assigned nearby." Brother Woody said, adding playfully, "This benefit is the worst, we will not give you any help other than a life and death crisis, and if you want to obtain spells or spell casting items, you also need to make corresponding contributions, of course, like the witcher, you do not have to follow the rule that you cannot marry." ”

"So, what's your choice?"

"I'll choose the last one."

Charles replied decisively.

Of course, he didn't know what would happen if he didn't choose it, and people had such a kind attitude, he thought it was better not to make people mad and find themselves boring.

His response did not exceed the monk's expectations, he nodded naturally, and said: "The supernumerary personnel do not have uniform clothing, but they have a primary demon hunting certificate issued by the church, which is used all over the world, and can command the police forces of various countries to help to a certain extent, but this needs to be reported to the Archdiocese of Turin before it can be issued." ”

"The new supernumeraries have one task per month, and you need to be prepared at all times, because we can't determine when the forces of evil will break out; At the same time, we will inform you about the means available to the church and your future development opportunities after the certificate is issued. Brother Woody's earnest teachings caused Charles to nod his head in a hurry, and secretly rolled his eyes.

There is no opportunity to refuse, there is no freedom in life, and the welfare does not seem to be good, and he always feels as if he has been forcibly abducted into a pyramid scheme.

Brother Woody didn't know what Charles was secretly thinking, and he kept explaining the rules and aspects of the church to Charles, and the person who listened to the long story was drowsy.

Finally, he suddenly thought of something, and said, "By the way, no matter what your identity, it is a big sin to attack people in the church, so if you encounter some minor trouble, you can show your true identity." As he spoke, Brother Woody solemnly replied, "But in the same way, you must also abide by the various constitutions of the Church, and you must not go beyond them. ”

"Okay." Charles thought this was quite good, but the monk's next remark made him even more interested.

"It's also about whether you can move to the next level, you're not 17 yet, you have a lot of potential."

"Higher level?"

"Hold the path of righteousness, and you will be in a position of divine help. You don't need me to say anything, you'll understand sooner or later. ”

Charles nodded as if he didn't understand, and seeing that nothing else was going on, he took his leave and left.

An old monk nearby leaned over, looked at his back, and exclaimed in a low voice, "I thought that the chances of him learning were very low, or that he would not be able to learn at all." ”

If Charles had been here, he would have found out that he was the monk who was in charge of interrogating him with Woody. He was one of the first people in the church he came into contact with.

"yes, I didn't expect that." Vorcy nodded in agreement, and said, "But no matter what, it's a good thing, he has endured the voice of Ulm, so we can naturally rest assured of it." ”

"About his aunt's thing, I think he can help, that note ......"

As they spoke, the person in their mouth suddenly went and returned, but unlike when he left, he dragged a thin man in blue in his hand, with great strength, and he didn't care about the constant struggle of others.

Seeing this, Brother Woody looked displeased: "Son, it is not polite to behave like this. ”

"I was just attacked by him." Charles responded in a way that directly diverted the attention of the two monks.

"Attack?" Brother Woody frowned at the thin man in blue, while the old monk glanced at Charles speechlessly.

It's only been a long time since you've been in trouble?